When I speak in Cantonese,
I’m a different person.
The seven tones, ascending,
descending like musical notes.
leaving the fragrant harbour
of Hong Kong, the Pearl River of Guangzhou,
for the dream of a better life in the West –
what did they make of English?
Alighting from the liner at the docks
in the rain, hearing Liverpool accents
for the first time –
two gold koi
swimming into the Mersey
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